Mr. Krankowitz was in a rage. His new twist ties were gone. The nerve of those criminals! ,Jolly Solly: Shine a Light on a Mystery,Mr. Krankowitz was in a rage. His new twist ties were gone. The nerve of those criminals!
M r. Krankowitz was in a rage. Waving his arms around he was yelling to all and sundry that there were burglars about. He’d got some shiny new twist ties to tie back his prize rose bushes and left them out in the back garden while he went inside to get his gardening gloves. But lo and behold he’d come back only to find the twist ties gone. The nerve of those criminals!
Mr. Krankowitz had reported the crime to the police of course but in his view they’d been useless. They had refused even to send out an emergency vehicle telling him they’d send an officer around “when he was in the area ” whenever that might be. Bah! Mr. Krankowitz was enraged. What was the world coming to?
The neighbors listened politely to Mr. Krankowitz’s rantings but while expressing sympathy most thought it highly improbable that any burglar would be interested in stealing a few twist ties. It was much more likely the old man had put them away somewhere and forgotten about them — and it wouldn’t be the first time either. He was always losing things and then getting in a tizzy. Just recently he’d spent ages searching all over the place for his missing handkerchief — real cotton not one of those flimsy paper tissues that Mr. Krankowitz detested — only to find it had been in his pocket all the time.
Unfortunately Jolly Solly whom the old man could always count on not just for a listening ear but for practical advice and help was out on one of his mitzvah errands leaving Mr. Krankowitz in a very bad temper indeed.
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